The customary exercise of the night following the day and the day following the night continues. The questions with no answers keep piling up. The remembrance of the one who is yet to be met brings tears to eyes. The theories beyond science take a new shape with every passing day. The self boundary narrows for the world outside and widens for the one within. Life continues its tale Without caring much for anything else The bugs keep buzzing, I never know if I have seen them before. I look at them wondering if they too suffer pain and happiness like humans Maybe they wonder the same, looking at me.